Three white dead horses ran through the village

"Brent what are those things?" you ask looking outside of the cabin.

Brent unsheathed a short sword. "Koby get by me. I really don't like this."

Brent push the door open letting in the bitter biting cold air. You shiver from the new wave of freeze winds. You stay close behind Brent knowing he would protect you.

You both walks to the middle of the rundown village. Brent eyes scanning for the dead moving horses. He grips the sword hilt hard becoming nervous just like you.

Then you heard footsteps approaching. You looks towards the trail seeing ghost white bodies moving towards you both. Your eyes widen not believing these types of monsters existed.

A tall white walker with long flowy albino hair walks slowly in your direction. Behind him stood many wights. They stagger hazardously towards Brent with rusted blades, hammers, and other types of blunt instruments.